As I approach the old man, the healer of the Royal family, a sense of worry tugs at my thoughts. "Is he going to be alright?" I inquire, my gaze fixed on Alphonso lying motionless on the bed behind me.
"I assure you he is going to be okay. I'm still surprised that he's still standing and able to talk... He really is a monster," the old man mutters, a hint of shock in his voice.
Turning my head, I observe Alphonso, his eyes closed, as peculiar mechanical arms adorned with thick vein-like threads diligently work on his body, drawing from the healer's aura. Impressive, even for one of the best healers around.
"Is he asleep?" I ask, my curiosity lingering.
"Yes, your highness. I gave him some meds to help him sleep since he was overly cautious of me, haha," the old man replies with a light smile, but his expression turns serious. "However, your highness, there's a problem...."
"What's that...?" I ask, intrigued by the impending issue.
